maggot
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I'll make a castle out of you,
Walls of bones and love and laughter,
And I'll live forever after,
And you won't even know,
As they sink you in the pit,
As your lungs dry and turn black,
A maggot can change, but no more than a fly
Starts off in its filth and takes it to the sky
Can’t wish to be the caterpillar, that’s naturally pretty
Evolving into the butterfly, a thing of pure beauty
